finds most pleasure in eccentric virtues.'

My attention was so much taken up by Mr Burchell's account, that
I scarce looked forward as we went along, til we were alarmed by
the cries of my family, when turning, I perceived my youngest
daughter in the midst of a rapid stream, thrown from her horse,
and struggling with the torrent. She had sunk twice, nor was it
in my power to disengage myself in time to bring her relief. My
sensations were even too violent to permit my attempting her
rescue: she must have certainly perished had not my companion,
perceiving her danger, instantly plunged in to her relief, and
with some difficulty, brought her in safety to the opposite
shore. By taking the current a little farther up, the rest of the
family got safely over; where we had an opportunity of joining
our acknowledgments to her's. Her gratitude may be more readily
imagined than described: she thanked her deliverer more with
looks than words, and continued to lean upon his arm, as if still
willing to receive assistance. My wife also hoped one day to have
the pleasure of returning his kindness at her own house. Thus,
after we were refreshed at the next inn, and had dined together,
as Mr Burchell was going to a different part of the country, he
took leave; and we pursued our journey. My wife observing as we
went, that she liked him extremely, and protesting, that if he
had birth and fortune to entitle him to match into such a family
as our's, she knew no man she would sooner fix upon. I could not
but smile to hear her talk in this lofty strain: but I was never
much displeased with those harmless delusions that tend to make
us more happy.